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ON THE ILLNESS OF A FAVOURITE CHILD

I

Now health forsakes that angel face.
Nae mair my dearie smiles.
Pale sickness withers ilka grace,
And a' my hopes beguiles.

II

The cruel Powers reject the prayer
I hourly mak' for thee:
Ye Heavens! how great is my despair!
How can I see him die!